lol this came from a tumblr post au so creds to whoever that was
tyler's pov:
there. I stared myself down in the mirror, analysing every last detail of my appearance. I looked pretty damn cute. my hair was fluffy and tamed by a flower crown which perfectly matched my baby blue skirt. slender, tan legs were accentuated by the white lacy thigh highs hugging them. slight, subtle mascara had been applied, just enough to make me look more awake. I went to take a selfie before suddenly realising what the time was. rshing though the door, I grabbed my purse and sprayed myself quickly with what I hoped was perfume.
I jogged to my little car, turned on the engine and typed the address into google maps. excited to see Dylan again, my heart skipped a beat as I thought about his face. he had been so sweet to me, talking to me when nobody else at school did. we had only really talked a couple of times, so when he asked me to meet him here I was well and truly shocked. however, I wasn't about to argue with the boy I've been crushing on for a little under a year now. He had coal black hair and soft, tan skin, the perfect six pack and a waistline to die for (I had seen all this in the school changing rooms). he had deep blue eyes and a gleaming smile that could win anybody over in a second. no wonder he was so popular.
but that didn't matter now, because this could be the start of something beautiful. I could finally be the one with a perfect relationship and a beautiful boyfriend, instead of being the loser sitting by the bins. this boy was not only a love interest, but my ticket to popularity, friends, and possibly out of this lonely hell. maybe I would finally be happy.
parking a few blocks down from the restaurant, I locked my car and started to walk. My heart raced in anticipation of the perfect moments I knew would happen soon. looking up, I noticed a red haired boy with mocha eyes and tiger-growl teeth staring at me from inside a car. We made eye contact, and a slight smile ghosted across my lips. I hurried on though, and left the mocha eyed boy to his car radio.
(sozzo i couldn't help it)
a few minutes later, I'm sat on the pre-arranged table eagerly waiting for Dylan. I ordered a water to keep me going until he arrived, but he seemed to be taking a while. one minute turned into five, into ten, into twenty. the waitress kept coming back asking if I was ready to order, but I kept asking for more time, hoping that he's just late.
Dylan wouldn't stand me up, would he?
the clock keeps ticking, and I've been waiting for half an hour. people are starting to cast me apologetic looks like they understand the situation more than I do. disappointment starts to set in as I realise that he never planned to turn up at all. everything I had hoped for was out of the window.
am I delusional? of course Dylan wouldn't want to talk to me. I've always been the loser of the school, so what made me think that could ever change? we are complete opposites, and there is nothing I could do to change that. tears gather in my eyes as I start to get my purse out to pay for the drinks I've had, when somebody suddenly sits down across from me and smiles apologetically.
"sorry I'm late, babe, traffic is crazy right now,' he explains.
but it wasn't Dylan sat across from me.
it was the mocha eyed boy from the parking lot.
"I'm Josh. Just go with it, yeah?" he muttered quietly. "Whoever didn't bother to show up is a dick."
I decide I will go along with it, because he's sweet and trying to save me from total embarrassment. also, he's the cutest thing I've ever seen, twice as cute as Dylan could ever be.
"I-uh-I'm Tyler. Thank you, by the way," I stuttered, absolutely stunned by the beauty in
front of me. his presence alone startled me and yet calmed me at the same time, as though I wasn't quite sure how he made me feel. I had only met this man minutes earlier, but god was I in love with him already.
"Well, Tyler, I guess we should order?"
I was reduced to mere nod because of the way he said my name. It rolled off of his tongue like velvet; I could have listened to it all day. his voice was soft but powerful, and he sounded like he could make an awful lot of noise. I couldn't help but wonder what he sounded like in the bedroom, whether he was commanding and dominant or perhaps just as sweet as he was being now. he comes across to me as more of the the dominant type, but of course, I could be completely wrong.
"Well, what do you fancy? It's my treat, don't worry."
"Josh, I can't let you do that. Look I have my purse right here, I can pay."
"Ah ah, it's no problem. Don't worry Ty, just choose something."
I sighed, there was obviously no point in arguing.
"Can I have this one please?" I questioned, pointing to the creamy garlic mushrooms.
"If that's the one you want, then of course."
We ordered our food and struck up conversation. Eventually, my nerves wore off slightly, but I was still in awe of this perfect man. My food wasn't important anymore as I listened to him speak so passionately about anything and everything - his job, his siblings, his drums. At this moment in time, the world revolved around him, and all those petty little things I was concerned about earlier in the day were so insignificant that they were almost invisible. I was acting like a lovesick teenager, analysing every heartbeat, every breath, every moment, memorising them just so i could replay them in my head later and never lose this memory. His laughter was like an infection in my mind, turning every thought buzzing around in my head to ones about him. I must have been under a spell to be so truly enchanted with him. It was fair to say that I was well and truly obsessed with this man.
